Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1928 - Feb 1929)

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Manhattan Medley 47 Since she is eager to prove that it is the coconut, not the little Polish maiden, which is indigenous to Hawaii, the ukuleles are silent while she ventures into fresh fields and pastures new. Meighan Wins Out. W hen Thomas' 'Meighan donned a uniform and a policeman's badge, he laid down the law : " 'The Racket' must prove successful, or I shall abandon the screen henceforth and forevermore, amen !" Much to the consternation of his many admirers, he had already announced his intention of making only two productions yearly, and his ultimatum well-nigh made them tremble with apprehension and regret. Meighan, emerging from a slough of fifth-rate program pictures, was adamant. He was suffering from one of those doldrums common to all Irishmen, no matter how jaunty or combative their exterior. He had a sneaking suspicion that maybe, as the saying goes, "he was through." What matter if his weekly stipend did equal an ordinary man's yearly income? What matter if his fan mail did continue to be delivered by the trunkload at his Great Neck doorstep? If his pictures showed a tendency to call for red ink, he was not going to foist his manly countenance on an indifferent world until, in 1975, they presented him with a wheelchair, a pair of crutches and a certificate for valiant conduct in the service of the screen. But "The Racket" rescued Meighan from the celluloid oblivion to which he might have consigned himself. It vindicated his two-ayear policy b)^ proving to be his most successful picture since "The Miracle Man." Business was so strong at the Paramount Theater in New York, where it opened for a week, that it was removed to the Rialto Theater for an extended run. Meighan's face beamed with pleasure as he viewed the long lines of standees awaiting their turn to enter the crowded portals, and, all doubts cast to the winds,he repaired to his home in Great Neck to spend many months preparing another photodrama — with spoken words and music, they do say. It was foresight and careful planning which aided and abetted "The Racket" in its march to success. Here is no slapdash, hurried han dling of a movie Thomas Meighan determined to leave the screen if "The Racket" wasn't a success, whereas it is one of the hits of the year. plot. Step by step "The Racket" shows the result of intelligent and ful and happy and thoughtful development. Each scene is clean-cut, def "Could any one ask Estelle Taylor is rehearsing with Jack Dempsey, under David Belasco, for "The Big Fight," a stage play. inite, well balanced, and splendidly acted from first to last by a band of carefully selected players, and an amusing and unhackneyed story is dominated by the winning and wholesome personality of the repressed hero, Mr. Thomas Meighan. Dolores del Rio Reminisces. Bag and baggage, with her mother and her director, Edwin Carewe, Dolores del Rio, she of the Spanish eyes and dusky complexion, parked her jewels and her trousseau at the Ritz for a few days, en route for Paris, Constantinople, Athens, and the Balkans. Miss del Rio is frankly delighted with life. "I am successloved," she exclaimed ecstatically, for more ? [Continued on page 96j